For a while, I kept having the same nightmares of either being back in the psychiatric ward of the hospital I was committed to, and being stuck back with my family, but thankfully those haven't happened in a while.
However, every once and again, I have nightmares about zombies. Silly, I know, but it freaks the shit out of me every time when I'm surrounded by them, they're coming after me, and I just know that I'm going to die as I try to get away from them. When I'm lucky, I can feel them biting me, and/or see them tearing people apart.
Not sure about the worst nightmare I have ever had but I remember one as a child being killed by anthropomorphic animals then dreaming I woke up and they were all stood around my bed looking at me with dead eyes I remember that terrifying me.
Lately though I have had a few strange dreams one was when I was in an ancient tomb (think tomb raider tomb) with my shadow reflected in the light (from torches) only I didnt know it was my shadow and as I walked it kept getting closer, next pretty frightened I started running from this imaginary stalker getting lost underground finally I stop out of breath look around and see to my relief it is just my shadow . Next thing I know my shadow grabs me and snaps my neck.
Other one I have had a few times and once it really scared the shit out of me because it persisted after I had woke up for what was probably a few split seconds but felt like a few seconds, all the dream consists of is me lying there unable to move. My body dosent respond to me at all my mind works fine and I can still give my body commands but it just wont move if this ever happened to me in real life I think I would probably go insane, death would be a welcome relief.
This is what I remember. It happened a couple of years ago so its a bit hazy but here I go...
I was walking what looked like a desolate icy canyon, with cave bridges and structure's around. There were people and I can't remember what they look like. I went into one of the caves and it turned out to have a real house inside. The door was wide open so I walked in. I felt scared and I didn't know why. It seemed too inviting to be a place of horror, wasn't it? Then I moved into what I thought was an above ground attic. What I saw terrified me to the bone.
The thing I saw was a mutant sort of human crouching down. The door had a lock on it and I tried to lock the door on it but it burst through the door and that's where the dream ended.
When i woke up I was in a cold sweat freaking out. I don't know why, I just hated the idea of something that inhuman and freaky. I can't stand it.
every once in a while i have a recurring nightmare involving nuclear war, culminating in me being caught in an attack that i feel in vivid detail..always wake up in a cold sweat from that one
The only nightmares I remember are several ones where I fall to death, and most recently, one where a tiger attacked me in the middle of a meal, and it got the back of my chair stuck in its mouth thus saving me, and I woke up with a fright and now I'm disappointed the tiger was so shit at killing me
Being trapped underwater, and no matter how much I head upwards it doesn't end.
Oh, and f*cking bodies and goblin sharks all around, it's too dark to see but all of that is always lit up.
I get that one a lot.
The worst thing is I have night terrors too, so if I can wake form it (sometimes I can't) I'm hallucinating for a good ten minutes or so and see it superimposed over my vision.
My dreams apparently don't have the same philosophical meanings as everyone else. But anyway...
When I was five or so, I would always have a dream where a ghost would walk up the stairs into my room. Nothing more would happen. But hey, i was five and fucking scared of ghosts.
When I got older, the exact same thing happened. Only this time, it was Aliens. Not the illegal kind, but the "Space" kind. They weren't lovable green martians either, more the disturbing and Gray kind.
I stopped having actual nightmares nowadays. I have things which I think are supposed to be scary, but I don't think they worked.
All I know is, when I was younger, I was really scared of some stuff.
Naw, I can understand, it's a common thing to fear bugs. I'm just weird.
OT: I had a nightmare the other day, based off of the dementia home I worked in for work experience, except it had deformed humans. They were very creepy. One was a huge man. He was round-bodies with a small head, I handed something to him, to find his hand was hard and calloused, as if combined with a foot.
I had a nightmare about my dad falling down a well....
Me falling off a cliff.....
Me turning up naked to school....
Hiding from serial killer....
Driving a car....
Art class....(seriously)
Early, unexpected end to summer holidays....
My mum started to open the door while I was naked, getting dressed, I woke up, yelling "NO!" and drenched with sweat. Jesus.
Paedophile combat! That one was scary for the kids I was protecting, they included my little brother....
My worst nightmare would be if my house burned down. Nothing left but ashes....just think about it. Poof. All gone. Everyone. Everything.
I couldn't tell, really. But my dreams tend to blend with my real life quite a lot, so it's often difficult for me to remember what I've dreamt and what really happened. Made worse by all my dreams being quite similar to stuff that could well have happened. But I guess the worst nightmare I've had was the time I dreamt that I.. Wait. That happened for real. I mean, it has to have, the scars are clearly visible. <.<
I had fallen asleep listening to music and this song woke me up, around 1:45-1:50 into it.
Being paralyzed with an MP3 blasting this in your ears, in a dark room... All sorts of things appeared before my eyes and it was impossible to tell what was real and what was not.
I kept hearing doors creaking and then the song had the chainsaws working... Not funny at all.
I've had some of the usual nightmares (ghosts, zombies, killers) but there was one dream I had when I was about 17 that made me feel like total shit.
In the dream I was walking home from a friend. It was late, after midnight. I walk by a bench with a streetlight next to it. Sitting on the bench was a girl. She seemed to be about my age. She was black but fair skinned, wearing a pink skirt, a white top and an unzipped pink hoodie. She was effin' beautiful. She looked at me as I walked by, smiled and said 'hello'. I smiled shyly at her and said the same thing while walking by her. A few steps after I passed her I stopped. For some reason I couldn't just leave. She was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, I had to talk to her. So I turned around and walked up to her and started talking. Suddenly, my vision became blurry and when I could focus again I was on a bridge in another town. She was gone, but I somehow knew where she was, so I started running. I had to get to her.
Then I woke up by my stereo playing "Thunderstruck". It took me a while to gather my thoughts, but when I realized that it was all a dream I damn near cried. I had mustered up enough courage to talk to a beautiful woman that I didn't know and she didn't even exist.
The scariest dream i've probably had was when I was ill a few years back, well they were more hallucinations than dreams but fairly similar. basicly im lying in my bed, feeling ill as you do when your ill, trying to get to sleep, when stuff just starts to happen like the wall changing colour and things start to move ever so slightly door opening with a creak, wind blowing the curtain even though the window is closed.
I get up and walk down stairs my family is frozen time but their almost posed in as if they are being controlled as puppets with a sinister intention and looks on their face. They start to move slowly at first rising from their chairs and walking towards them, i flip and kill them and collapse in pain and essentialy terror and walk back up stairs get back into bed.
But the next thing was the scariest part, i wake up from the "hallucination/dream" and at this point i havent realised that it was a dream, and i essentialy break down crying beliving that i have actualy killed my family, at this point i've gone bad to worse and a get violently sick, thankfully my parents heard the commotion and come up to see whats going on.
Took me a while to calm down after that to be honest. And a doctor that i went to see and get an explanation from told me hallucinations are not un-common when your ill. But none the less the most terrifying experiance i have ever gone through.
I come out of an acting audition. I'm wearing a blue turtleneck for reasons that completely escape me. It's getting on toward evening. I recall there were people outside. I think I got the part, but I could be wrong.
Some guy - the details of the guy escape me - steps up and shoots me with a comically large shotgun/rifle, not unlock what you might see in a Looney Tunes cartoon. Just as I start to collapse, everything goes black. I take my last gasp of air.
I wake up.
It didn't take all too long to get back to sleep, but it took a few minutes for my heart to calm the hell down.
It was a wierd, seemingly multi-part dream that had nightmarish sequences thrown in, happened very recently. Damn subconscious of mine...
Anyways, those nightmare sequences involved me being forced to have a heart to heart talk with Mitt Romney, after each of which he gave me a big, friendly, hearty hug.
Which, to me at least, is a bit scary, unnerving, and wierd, considering I, a minor socialist from Britain, now has to talk to some two-faced moderate conservative from America, under duress.
Not the stuff of true nightmares, but it's the worst I've ever had.
However, my wierd dreams always annoy me. Can't have it all.
I've had lots of nightmares but I can't recall them and certainly can't classify which was the worst. Certainly doesn't help that my dreams are really weird sometimes - I had a dream in which all of my friends were killed in front of my eyes and I was forced to run and hide from their killers (some sort of organisation, like terrorists or something) and I did so for all of my life. I spent my entire life hiding in fear and constantly on the run from an unknown enemy (they wore masks) who could be anywhere and could attack me any time (they had snipers and were very fond of firearms in general). I was never safe, any single minute in which I didn't run I was at risk of dying. Does that sound like a nightmare? Because it wasn't. It had a happy and hilarious ending. As I said, my dreams are a bit weird.
But I do recall one dream I had, let's call it a nightmare. In it, I was told that my father died. That's it. I at home and somebody came to me and told me "your father just died" and walked away. I woke up and felt really bad for at half the day. Good thing it was the weekend and my father was home (i.e, not left for work) - I was really glad when I saw him.
Just last night I dreamt something odd. I just went to bed (IRL, not the dream yet) and closed my eyes. You know how when you're really tired you'll start dreaming very soon after you go to sleep, even if you're not asleep yet? Yeah, I was really tired. I saw flashes of scenery and stuff which I knew would settle down to be a dream but I was still conscious and thinking over stuff. Imagine you had the TV and were staring at it but not really watching because you were solving some problem in your head. Yes, it was like that - there were some pictures and snippets of scenes but I didn't pay attention.
Until it all settled down to a rather unassuming scene. It was, well somewhere and it was outside, the viewpoint was tilted slightly upwards, so you didn't see the ground but the horizon was visible. Looking back at it now, it was like if you laid on your back and tried to look to where your feet are pointing but without lifting your head. It was a relatively normal day and there was some sort of building like a warehouse at the back. A man walked inside the view. I'm talking about a view, because it was as if watching through a camera - I didn't really have any input. So, he walks into view and isn't in a hurry, sort of leisurely walking and is carrying a crate or a box over his shoulder.
Like this but it was on the other shoulder
And then he did something - he did a motion with his head as if trying to stretch his neck but his head changed. The skin turned greyish and pale and the mouth grew to a misshapen maw filled with teeth. It looked lie, well, some sort of undead being. Sort of a mix between these
Google search results for typical undead heads
definitely the skin tone of this but the teeth and mouth are too little
Yes, disturbing like this
And somehow still relatively human looking like this
That gives you only the barest idea of what sort of monstrosity it turned into. It was a clearly inhuman (albeit it was a humanoid being) head and it was seriously horrifying. The thing then grinned and seemed to notice the camera. Or rather me. It was me - it wasn't a camera. So, still carrying the box and still with the slow leisure pace, it headed toward me giving me a clear view of his teeth and that, well, nightmarish face. I think I am totally allowed to say that his face was made of nightmares. Nothing can truly capture just how awful and horrific it looked. It's not possible words to convey it, seriously.
I think...I believe I was lucky I wasn't really asleep but still sort of awake and conscious. It jerked me into attention as I watched the transformation and it coming for me. The man was only about three meters away before he turned into the thing, so even walking slowly, the thing shortened the distance in almost no time. Had I been to sleep, I think (or rather, I hope) I would have woken up scared at that point. But since I wasn't, I was able to exert control over the dream. Since I had already assumed that the thing was undead, I just twisted it's features into a less scary, more generic, more human thing. It ended up looking close to the zombies in Plants vs Zombies, and I tell you, you do not want to see such a face in real life in front of you. It was still better than before. So, having turned it into a zombie, I just made it shuffle onward and pass me.
My after dealing with it, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief (metaphorically speaking) and think about it. My reaction was "Where the hell did that come from?" I really don't know, although I'm used to analysing my dreams and finding what events of the day (usually) inspired them. I have no fucking clue about that one. It was totally random and made no sense. I shudder at the thought that it might have not been my dream at all.
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